Alex's knock silences the noise from the trees for a moment, as the entire woods pauses in anticipation of an answer.  When none seems forthcoming, the chatter of the evening resumes, and the woodpecker even gives another mocking knock.
 
There is no screen or storm door present, and no doorbell.  A small plaque hangs to the right of the door, its leather hangar nailed to the wood of the cabin. Crafted of resin to resemble carved slate, the plaque displays the same peculiar lettering as the hand towels in your lodgings, stating a simple lodge number.
 
Looking closer at the door she notices splotches of a russet colored, tacky-looking material on the doorknob and a few inches above it on the door itself.  Some sort of paint perhaps? Food?

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Two suits and a young girl posing as a teacher, not a very traditional horror cast. Echo, what kind of tentacled monstrosity will you be playing?

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Bottle firmly in hand small private drive lead him from the center up to the cabin designed for tonights cocktails, curling around to the left and apparently wrapping around the back of the building, at least from what he could see from the road. 

A welcoming light shined from the entrance way by the drive not doubt activated by the oncoming gloom, already attracting more than its fair share of anxious evening insects. A voice echoed from near by, promising vengeance and the mounting of heads on pikes, a death threat worthy of a restraining order if ever there was one.

As he made final progress towards the cabin, an old looking Cutlass station wagon could be seen parked at the end of the drive, which just barely tucked itself behind the corner of the building.  Despite the car and the light, no other lights appeared to be on inside of the cabin.

Stepping around to the side of the building he was greeted by the  unexpected by the sight of a young girl at the front door, not far away a man in a business suit fussed with his shoe as well, but other than these two no one else seemed near by.

A quick check of his watch confirmed it was 8:30. If the hosts were not home, they were late for their own party.